five
times in a row,
and coughing
up
a wind filled wave
of pollen,
the dog
looks up at me and wonders
if this it,
how will i live
on without him?
how will
i get the bag of food
off the counter
and drag it
to my dish.
who will walk me
and throw
the ball to me?
i see worry in his eyes.
who will brush me
and get
ticks off of me?
what about water,
i can't reach the sink
or turn
the knobs. i'm a dog
dammit.
and then,
i'm suddenly okay.
and he lets out a big
sigh
before circling three
times to go lie
down on his cushion
in the corner.
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